Freefalling, counting stars, 
The sun, lurching behind us.
Oncoming trains rumble north.
We rush toward the darkening south.
A candy wrapper flickers in fading light,
Still in the memory.

A midnight  stay. We breathe the wind
of sagebrush and jasmine —
O bitter taste of freedom!
CIties built and burned,
Empires bloomed and decayed,
Temples risen to the sky
and shaved to the earth.
We were still wandering the Steppe, and yeah,
We are still free!
And more than ever,
Still in the memory we are.

Wheels pound the track,
murmuring our destiny.
Too soft, too fast to hear…
Too high, these burning rocks.
Too hard, these final steps.
No word. No plan.
No time to turn around.
I’d better forget it, but yeah,
Still in the memory.

But listen: If this road still lives,
So many years away —
Not gone, never lost,
As fresh as the first day,
That’s how alive we are,
we’re held in something true
And passing through!
Still in the memory we are,
Still in the memory are you,
And more than ever.